Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.